2pac - Breathin' (OG) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Who'll be the last motherf**er breathin'? Tell me n***a, (tell me) Who'll be the last motherf**er breathin'? [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin' Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin' [Verse 1] Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my d**h All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah n***a I was stressed Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest sh**, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug n***a screamin' "West Side", bustin' double Glocks Hittin' corners in my Chevy Suburban Liquor got me drivin' up on the curb, hand on the steerin' wheel swervin' Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin' in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin' world-wide exposure With a bunch of n***as that don't give a fu*k, ridin' as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy k**er, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin' I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherf**er breathin' [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin' [Intermission] [Hook] Stressed, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherf**er breathin' Bustin', my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin', now I'm the last motherf**er breathin' [Verse 2] Hoppin' out my four door Chevy, in this game, I'm still heavy Rather be your N.I.G.G.A. if you still let me Promise not to cum quick You f**in' around with the Don b**h, I run sh**, with one clip Mr. Makaveli quick to mack, go back to the telli I f** a b**h like I'm psychotic, I think that's what they tell me f** around I don't fight fair A world wide mob figga, local nightmare, just call 'em right there Open fire, 'cause my desire is to ride Got every n***a signed to Bad Boy, prayin' that I die Some have prophesized, homicide, some have tried They couldn't see the coward in they eyes, 'til they died They wonder why, they targets Defenseless, when my squad hits, hard n***as [Intermission]